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Riin

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Autumn Child

Peach skin, heaven gaze.
Willow arching limbs.
Russet satin, glistens,
with the first of seven sins.

Bronze spirals and copper curls,
sweep behind the sun.
Barefoot on pine needles,
as she laughs, giggles, runs.

A child with a heart of gold.
Of soft and fragrant veins.
Beauty fluttering, high up above,
where the clouds and raindrops reign.
 
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